Some random reckless dreams
Some words beyond memory
Some moments spent on the bed
Eyes open, limbs spread
Silence within, horns outdoors
The dialogue with myself
Goes on without rhyme
Without limits, unrestrained.
The rings of gray smoke
Squeezing out energy
Writing, erasing, re-writing
Conscious conscience, unconscious
Of
The time thrown away.
In dribs and drabs.
And dreams. And drags.
The living screen before
Worth living life for;
The people without
The values devalued
The books lying
On the ruffled bed-sheet.
All reminders unwind
The time thrown away.
Have spent the entire morning on Orkut. A close friend's close friend was online. Around noon, I started studying. And I did more than three paragraphs. Two whole pages, in fact. Since morning the poem was forming in the mind. I guess that's why the first post was named so...Anyway, we'll go out post lunch. Either a movie or mall-hopping. By "we" I mean me and my two friends. The chowmein freaks I had referred to in the morning. But, I'm back on track, hopefully.
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